[Journal Entry 6/12/2024]
After I walked away, I whispered to myself,
I’m grieving, not just for what we had, but for all the tomorrows I once envisioned with you. For the future we could’ve built, the dreams we could’ve chased together.
The magic between us was undeniable—it was real, it was powerful—but magic alone can’t heal wounds when you refuse to face them. No amount of wonder could have changed what was left unspoken, the truths we avoided.
I saw so much love in your eyes, but it was clouded by fear. Fear of confronting the person staring back in the mirror. Fear of owning your truth.
Your demons won this battle, not because they were stronger, but because you chose to dance with them, to hide behind them, to let them dictate your every move.
But no matter where life takes you, remember—you can't escape yourself. You carry your past, your fears, your choices, with you. Always.
I will forever cherish the moments we shared, the love that once was. But with a heavy heart, I lovingly release you. I set you free, not because I don’t care, but because I must honor our daughter, and that means letting go.
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